Who wrote these famous lines? Oh, to be in England/Now that Aprils there/ And whoever wakes in England/Sees, some morning, unaware/ /That the lowest boughs and the brushwood sheaf/ Round the elm-tree bole are in tiny leaf/ While the chaffinch sings on the orchard bough/ In England, Now!
And who wrote this ideal definition of a gentleman? Hence it is that it is almost a definition of a gentleman to say he is one who never inflicts pain.
As well as, who, pray tell, wrote these lines? I have often been asked how I first came to be a regular opium eater...
Not to ignore the writer of these immortal words: St. Agnes EveAh, bitter chill it was!/ The owl for all his feathers, was a-cold/
Numb were the Beadsmans fingers, while he told/ His rosary and while his frosted breath/ Like pious incense from a censer old/ Seemed taking flight for heaven, without a death/ Past the sweet Virgins picture, while his prayer he saith.